Phew, sanding and Fraser, seem like opposites, blue collar and high brow, but hey that's me. I mean I'm a yuppie intellectual computer geek, I just happen to like to get my hands dirty with a little bit of construction.
So tonight I sanded a large portion of "the shelf" do do do, and after moving it out of the basement to improve air flow, I replaced the hand with a electric palm sander to increase sawfust flow, and that flow was still straight into my lungs. So I will be coughing up hair balls for days In spite of that, the shelf is coming along smoothly, hopefully I will be able to put the first coat of stain on this weekend, maybe even the second.
So where does Fraser come in, well he is the reason I am not doing more sanding, I wanted to see the finale. I admit to having drifted away from the show in the later years, but it was a show I always enjoyed, witty, loquacious, quirky, and just real, even when it is at its most eccentric and crazy, there was always a taste of how it was real life. So tonight I watch and join a loyal following of watchers to bid adieu to Dr. Fraser Crane.
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